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Roy Weard

When you walked out of the last gig that you were at, ears ringing either with acute tinnitus or the mellifluous sound of sweet music, what did you actually hear? This is not a rhetorical question. It is one when

Words by Roy Weard When the lift door swings open and the miner walks out covered in coal dust and sweat you are immediately aware that this man has been working. There is an implied reasoning behind his condition that

The cold wind was driving the rain like bullets of ice as I made my way along Western Road to the basement of the Mad Hatter Cafe and descended into The Rabbit Hole. None of this inclement weather seemed to

If you believe in the theory of Parallel Universes (and you would be in good company, Stephen Hawkin Steve Weinberg and many other eminent scientists do) then, somewhere, there is a world where the glorious singer, the guitarist whose fingers

If you turn your browsers back to 1966 and The Beatles playing the Shea Stadium you will see a band on an isolated stage in the middle of a baseball pitch. Four diminutive figures with a basic drum kit and